Brother, what I will do,
Shall harm him much, and much avail him too.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. A high road near London.
[Enter Oliver: afterwards Sir Arthur Greenshood.]
OLIVER.
Cham assured thick be the place, that the scoundrel
appointed to meet me: if a come, zo: if a come not,
zo. And che war avise, he should make a coystrell
an us, ched vese him, and che vang him in hand; che
would hoist him, and give it him to and again, zo chud:
Who bin a there? Sir Arthur! chil stay aside.
ARTHUR.
I have dogged the Devonshire man into the field,
For fear of any harm that should befall him:
I had an inkling of that yesternight,
That Flowerdale and he should meet this morning:
Tho, of my soul, Oliver fears him not,
Yet for I'd see fair play on either side,
Made me to come, to see their valours tried.
God morrow to Master Oliver.
OLIVER.
God an good morrow.
ARTHUR.
What, Master Oliver, are you angry?
OLIVER.
Why an it be, tit and grieven you?
ARTHUR.
Not me at all, sir, but I imagine by
Your being here thus armed, you stay for some
That you should fight withall.
OLIVER.
Why, and he do, che would not dezire you to take
his part.
ARTHUR.
No, by my troth, I think you need it not,
For he you look for, I think means not to come.
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